The Demon's Game

Akira woke up with a sore head. Quite unusual, given her abilities.

Her hand searched around for Jack as her head pounded and her vision faded in and out. Not that it mattered, as it was too dark to see.

She soon resorted to rolling off of the hard mattress she had apparently been occupying, and onto the concrete floor. Ow. Luckily, nothing was broken.

"Jack, where are you?!" she mewled, quite obviously in pain. "If you can hear me, rev up!"

Akira's ear perked as the rev came, but not close enough. Soon, however, her vision recovered, and she looked around. Shit. Prison Panic, again? She looked to the bars of the cell, and stomped over to them.

"Keep revving, Jack!" she shouted loudly.

(Just a note: no-one else can pick up Jack, her chainsaw. He's kinda like Thor's hammer.)

(Yay! Can I join?)

[Yup!]

((Hope it's okay if I join?))

Damon woke up with a start. He jolted upright, and regretted the action as he clutched his head. Did someone manage to talk him into drinking, then drug him? It'd explain the headache and weird dream. He looked at his surroundings, or tried to anyway. The place was too dark to see anything right away.After a few moments, Damon's eyes adjusted to see iron bars, like in his dream.
"What the hell?" He stood up and searched his person. No swords, no smoke bombs, but oddly, his lockpicks were still there. So he wasn't arrested, or kidnapped. At least, not by anyone competent. But to search one pocket, and not the other. That wasn't incompetence.
He walked up to the bars of his cell, and felt at his shoulder. It was stiff, and he found out why. There was a large tear in his shirt, and the skin under it didn't feel normal. It felt like scar tissue. Was it really a dream?
He turned his attention back to the door of his cell, as the words of the woman from his dream came to mind.

The point of the game is too entertain the beautiful gods.

He pulled a lockpick from his pocket. He thought about just sitting around in defiance, but he'd probably go stir crazy. "I guess it would be boring if I just sat here and waited to die."
He kneeled down and after a short time, broke the lock open. Damon then stepped out, and listened for any sign of life. In the distance, he heard faint pounding, and even more faint revving. Neither sounded very good, but he'd probably have to deal with it anyway. So he quietly started heading for the pounding.

Jack woke up slowly looking in the cell he was in "w-where am I?" He managed to say standing up and walking to the bars of the cell. "Is anyone there? Hello?" He sighed and looked down noticing he was on a Orange jumpsuit. He rubbed his head and eyes and looked around the cell more looking for clues of what might have happened

As he walked toward the pounding sound, Damon attempted to remember all of the events of his dream. He woke up in a cell like earlier, met two insane people, and either saved, or was saved by a third person. He couldn't remember anything past that.
He was brought out of his thoughts by a male voice, coming from one of the cells close by. He went closer to the source but he couldn't tell where it came from. So he moved a bit out of sight, and called out.
"Hello?"

Jack seemed surprised he got a response.. "Hello!? Who's there!? What's your name?!" He grabbed onto the bars and figited with the bars

The man certainly knew how to make a racket. The cell was closer than Damon thought, so he started a bit at the loud noise. He quickly moved to the man's cell. He hadn't thought of how someone might react to a man with red eyes and slightly torn clothes suddenly in their face.
"Shh! Hey, quiet down," he spoke in a low tone.

Jack looked at the man "who are you?" He said. Kinda rudely "why are you telling me to calm down

Damon felt a little aggravated at the man's rude questions, but given the man's circumstances, he let it slide.
"I'm not asking you to calm down, just to shut up," he stepped back and gestured at his current state. "I didn't do this to myself, and I'd rather not find out who or what is willing to finish the job. So shh."
He took a second to examine the man, and if he had to guess, this man was an actual prisoner here. Did a place like this actually have residents? One way to find out.
"Are you a criminal or did you just wake up and find yourself in a cell?"

Akira went silent for a while. She sat on the bottom bunk's bed for some time, only to hear others' voices. Now alert, she grinned.

Fresh meat.

She didn't really remember the other two's voices, or what had happened before she came here, but it was clear that she had been decapitated in the previous round, as there was a new, thick band of scar tissue around her neck.

Ugh. Rather than picking the lock to her cell, she just ripped the bars right open. Sweet. Perfect escape! "Hah, losers!" she shouted. "I hope you enjoy gettin' eaten by giant beasts!"

And with that, the alarms in the prison sounded, and a terrible booming noise started up. Something sprayed, resulting in screaming - but not Akira's. Rather, Akira just ran down the hall - away from all the racket - and towards an exit door. She bashed it, and it opened. Sweet, again. There was nothing that could stop her now!

Damon never got an answer to his question. Down the hall the pounding had stopped, only to be replaced by a terrible noise. A woman's voice taunted them before alarm bells started ringing. Then the stomping started. Damon didn't get a good look at what was booming his way, but he didn't stick around to do so.

Selfish instincts and reflexes kicked in, and he took off, leaving the poor man in the cell behind. Not long after he started running, he heard a spraying sound and his back flared in burning pain. He let out a loud scream as the pulse began, and whether because of it or adrenaline, he was able to keep running. Soon he came up to doorway, and upon passing through it, slammed the door shut. Then, risking a few seconds, he took a lockpick and broke the lock shut, hoping to buy himself a few more. And then he kept running, not willing to risk anymore time.

Jack bashed into the bars and the cell burst open and he started running then he saw her... Akira... He ran towerds her or more like sprinted

Akira was already outside in the parking lot. Above, a few large beasts were flying. One was perched on the one building, but looking towards another exit door. Looks like these things were getting smarter - or dumber, depending on how you looked at it.

Akira, anyways, bashed the window of an older car (she figured the alarm wouldn't go off) and was met by a harsh siren. Great. The beast looked over, and crushed some of the buildings' roofs as it ran over top of them.

One final leap, and since Akira was without Jack, well.. she screamed, and was swallowed whole.

That said, she was dumped into an acid-filled stomach. She'd probably wake up near last in the next round..

Jack saw the whole thing happen and walked backwards slowly and turned and ran looking for his sword and still running for his life. He knew he was screwed unless he found his sword quick. He ran to the cell he was in and saw his sword and grabbed it

Damon saw the event and quietly crouched behind another car, being careful not to touch it. He didn't know what to do. He was pretty much defenseless, unless he could kill one with a lockpick, and he didn't really want to get close enough to try.

Adrenaline wearing down, he really began to feel the pain in his back. What did that thing do? No, he needed to focus. He looked around and nothing seemed to notice him, yet. They were all pre-occupied with the blaring car alarm. He didn't expect that to last though.

Then they started to lose interest. Crap, he couldn't get back to the doorway without being seen. And if he stated where he was, he was dead. He did the only thing he could think of, and crawled underneath the car. Maybe he could wait for an opportunity to book it, he just hoped the creatures weren't smart enough to look under the car.

Jack ran out side again with his sword in hand and his behind a wall "oh god, oh god. I'm so screwed "

Those creatures didn't seem too keen on going away. Either they figured more people would be coming through here, or they just didn't see any reason to leave.

The pain in his back seemed to fade a little, but that was probably because he had been sitting still for a while. He needed to do something to make an opening. He just needed to take this one step at a time, he was no good at thinking up a whole plan.

Damon pulled a lockpick from his pocket. He needed to do something to break the silence, but tossing a lockpick isn't easy while lying under a car. It probably wouldn't be enough. He glanced around and his gaze landed on one of the tires. That might work. It was easier than throwing the pick.

Damon flipped the lockpick in his hand and stabbed the tire in the side, resulting in a long, loud hiss of air. Okay, now what?

One of the creatures lunged on Jack. Jack had luckily stabed it and ran "Shit!!!" He was running till another one blocked his path and he was trapped "damnit.." The next thing you know Ray was inside the monsters stomach all that was left of him was his sword lying on the floor

Kyle woke up later than the others, with a sharp pain in his chest. It felt like he was having a heart attack, but worse. He rolled onto the floor of his cell, hitting his head hard. Then, the pain faded.

He looked around, and gathered what he could from his surroundings. He evidently was in a prison, with lots of angry beasts. Acid spray had already eaten away at the bars of his cell, which would make escape easy.

Too easy. This was a trap, quite obviously, and he knew that. Now what?

Kyle then made a decision - this round wouldn't be easy, nor would he survive long. He grabbed a belt from one of the peepolet guards (dead, of course), and hung himself from the top bunk in his cell. He left a short note, of which said;

"I'm quitting the game if I can. See y'all next round.. or not. I don't know yet."